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A Wandering Thor appears!

(In the few hours after this)

Today has been a day of odd occurrences, and just enough of them to make Thor thoughtful. The arrival of the new strangers, and the conversation had with one of said strangers, had made Thor remember Orange County, a lot, and the feeling one would get there, right before something very odd had happened. Like an alien invasion, or half of Anaheim becoming Wonderland, or evil twins showing up, or even sex-swaps happening. That feeling would not leave Thor, now, like an itch at the back of his mind, and a prickling of his the hair on the back of his neck. Something odd was up.

For Thor, it had been a truth that if he got this feeling, if a day like today happened, then it meant that something odd this way came. And usually, something not very nice, really. His hand had been on Mjolnir more than not, not really because he wanted to use it, but because he had a feeling he might need it. Maybe. He sighed. Maybe he was just getting old. Having been in a coma as long as he had, and having the memories and physiology that he did, he would not doubt that.

It didn't help his feeling of something odd that he was feeling a bit run down. He normally didn't get tired. At all.

And now he was a little. Odd. This perhaps made his thinking a wee bit muddled. And so he was wandering, thinking, and passing through the ship almost on autopilot.

(ooc: Okay, dokay! Here, have an infected Thor, but not yet Kiddified, wandering the ship. Feel free to have yours encounter him in any of the open areas, from turbolifts to the shops. remember that skin contact is necessary to pass the infection, so that will need to happen if you want your pup to catch it from Thor. Slowtimed tags and backtags are more than welcome, and placeholders are fine, as well, if you don't have time for a thread right now.)

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"Hey!"

Yuna smiled, appearing in front of Thor as if she materialized out of thin air. She was smiling wide. She last few months had been pretty fantastic and she's been happy on the ship. It wasn't so strange anymore as long as she didn't think about it for too long.

Her brows furrow as she looked up at Thor. "Are you okay?"

He didn't look well though Yuna couldn't really tell if something was wrong. He just looked tired.

"It's ah..." Thor never hesitated, but his brain seemed sluggish now, and he shook his head as he refocused on Yuna. He forced an easy smile to his lips. "It's good to see you, my friend. I'm a little tired, is all. How are you today?"

He clapped a hand to her shoulder in greeting.

Yuna staggered slightly at the weight of Thor's hand on her shoulder. She hadn't been expecting it and compared to him, she was small. She looked him at him with a worried smile.

"You look like you should sleep. Why don't I walk you to your room? How have you been? I hope you're settling in okay."

Her smile brightened.

Thor slid his other hand down to grip her hand in greeting and smiled. "Worry not. All will be well."

He chuckled. "I feel like getting some fresh air, actually, my friend. Will you walk me to the botany section instead?"

Yuna smiled. "Yeah!" She faced what she thought was the correct way down the hall and walked in step with Thor with a smile. She didn't go down to the garden area often but she liked the chance to steal a moment there.

"What sorts of plants are they growing there?" She looked up at him. "Do you know?"

"I do not." He smiled to her, amused by her enthusiasm. He was tired, but he liked walking with his friends.

"I do not. I am hoping they have something familiar to me." He liked plants.

She watched him a little worried. She could tell he was tired. "Maybe you can find a place to rest there."

Yuna stayed by his side expecting Thor to fall asleep on his feet at any moment. She might be able to carry him except he looked very heavy.

"There are benches there, I believe." He grinned at her. He would be fine, he knew.

"Perhaps I will get some tea afterwards and take a nap."

Yuna smiled brightly. "Tea is good and it usually leads to naps anyway." At least when she drank tea she got sleepy but then that might have to do with the fact that she usually drank tea right before bed.

Her gaze glanced down the halls. She hoped they were heading in the right direction. She been on the ship for over half a year and yet some thing still looked the same.

"Does it? That's not a bad thing, then." Thor smiled. As they got into the botany area, he stopped and inhaled the scent. A moment of dizziness came, then left, and he made him way to a small bench near some bright flowers and sat.

"Do you like flowers?"

Yuna watched him making sure that he made it to the bench without falling asleep. She didn't think he actually would but she'd rather be safe than sorry. "I do."

She stayed standing looking around the garden with a smile. She took a deep breath of air with a smile. "On the island where I grew up. There was this blue flower. It had four petals, two were long and two were short. I always thought it looked like a butterfly."

"Good. There is a flower that grows on the highest part of Asgard, where little else will grow, far from the city. It is gold and blue, and it shimmers with energy that is unlike anything else. It is said if you journey to it, and in the shadow of the peak, you eat it's leaves, you will be cured of anything, up to and including fatal wounds."

Thor smiled.

"Many have tried, almost no one has ever gotten there."

Yuna looked at him curiously. "Doesn't fatal mean it'd kill you? How would you climb a mountain with a fatal wound?"

It was an interesting story and had Yuna been in Asgard she'd have tried it, if only to see the flower.

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"Yes it does. The people of Asgard are more hardy than those of other realms. Asgardians can often retain full vitality right up until the moment of death."

He rubbed his chin, the tiredness slowly growing in him.

"I have often wondered what it would be like to go see it."

Yuna stood next to him with her hands lightly reaching out towards one of the plants. "Why don't you? When you get home."

Death and injuries on her world were very different. They could heal those who died if they are able to do so before their soul leaves their bodies.

She looked over at him curiously. "Are you sure you aren't tired?"

"I might, if I ever get there again."

Thor grinned at her. "Oh I am tired, and even more now that I'm sitting down. Maybe you were right. I should go back to my room and sleep."

Thor rose, slowly, and nodded.

Yuna shook her head and smiled. "You think you'll make it?"

She watched him curiously feeling a little bit tired herself. Perhaps his sleepiness was rubbing off on her.

"I will." He smiled and clapped her shoulder gently. "Perhaps it is naptime, yes?" He grinned and started off toward his quarters.

Yuna watched him go deciding to stay a little longer among the flowers. She sat down on the bench looking at the plants with a smile.

Congratulations, Thor, you've actually surprised Agent Romanoff. This doens't happen often, enjoy it.

"Thor?" she asks, looking plainly startled. She'd been on her way back to her room from the gym, and is dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt, her hair pinned up with curling wisps falling around her face.

Then she smiles.

He's still moving like Thor, so he's not a doppelgänger. She hopes.

"When did you arrive?"

Thor smiled as he saw her, and heard her voice. His smile widened and he stepped to her, eyes showing his warmth and gratitude for seeing his comrade. "Romanoff, it is good to see you." It was his habit to use either last names or full names unless given permission to do otherwise. Formality of a kind from Asgard, which is always confusing. He had gotten permission, he thought, in that dream world, where she looked like this, but he has learned already that alternates existed, and thus it was entirely possible his dream world and her real world did not overlap. And, well, there was what had happened between them, ion his actual world. But this one... she would not be that Natasha, he knew.

He extended his hand and arm to her, one warrior to another, and his grin only grew.

"I have been here but a short time, my friend. It's been a rather odd thing to adjust to. When did you manage to appear?" He had spotted Bucky, who he knew from home, more than from the dreams, but he would not speak of that, yet. Not until he knew what she knew.

She's not one to object, not yet: she likes Thor, and she likes how he uses her surname instead of jumping straight to the familiar. It's professional, which works - he might be a prince and a warrior, but that's still being a professional as far as she's concerned.

So her smile is warm as she clasps his hand.

"I've appeared twice," she says. "First was about a year ago, then I was sent back to our universe. Then I arrived again about six months ago? With Steve. I've even got my car parked in one of the transport bays."

Her beautiful, beautiful car.

He shook her hand, then nodded, eyes warm and welcoming of this warrior who had, to him, proven her worth many times over. And if, perhaps, she had benefited from his years-long friendship with Sif and knowing how tough a female fighter could be, well, that was all the more to the good.

"Huhn. It seems like this Q likes to play games a lot with us all." Then he paused, and a slow grin came over his face. "Your car is here? Now that is an amazing car."

He chuckled. "I've often thought that Asgardian engineers could take a few lessons from some Earth designers about the aesthetics of their designs."

See, now, this is why she likes Thor. He appreciates the good things in life. Like going really, really, really fast.

(Of course she's taken him for a spin in her car. It's her baby. Not as much her baby as her Glocks, but one of the family.)

"Q zapped us here while I was driving," she says with an annoyed huff. It'd been a test of her brakes that she hadn't really wanted. Then she smiles. "You say this now, have you ever seen Soviet architecture from the sixties?"

It's a tease, though, that much is clear in her throaty voice.

Thor appreciates thing that are amazing, and a good car like hers is one of those things. Her statement of arrival made him frown. "Q is a rather rude being. It's good you are as skilled as you are." He remembered her taking him out in that car, and yes, she had great skills in it.

Thor chuckled at her words, but also answered. "You know, I have not. Perhaps some time you could show it to me?"

"Bring up a PADD or a screen, I can show you now," she says, then pauses. "I try not to go back to Russia too much," she adds, with all the slightly pointed nonchalance of an exile, as if she doesn't care.

"But there are other places in the former Soviet bloc if you wanted to see in person. Making things ugly and functional turned fashionable, it was horrible."

Thor pulled out a PADD from a pocket, and turned it on, extending it to her so she could do what she wanted with it. It merely had some notes of his on the place, and little else other than a bookmarked list of the best known coffees of the 24th century.

He nodded to her words. "Very well."

He chuckled at her last words. "People of all places seem to have such times. There are some older buildings in Asgard which make paint even not want to stay on the walls."

"Welcome," Natasha says, fingers flying across the PADD as she searches, "to the wacky, ugly, but occasionally fascinating world of socialist brutualism."

She looks at the pictures, and then hands it back.

"Of course, what's missing are the rows upon rows of monotonous apartment blocks. Those are depressing. But to be generous, I guess that's the same most places."

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Thor looked at the pictures and flipped through them, his face growing more grim, and less bright for a moment, before he turned off the screen and slipped it away. "They remind me of the home of the Dark Elves. Perhaps they influenced one another."

For all he knew, they could have. Stranger things have happened.

"I would wish to take you and the others to Asgard someday. I love the city, even if it is not my home anymore, not really." He nodded. "Midgard calls to me like a forgotten song."

Not, exactly, the reaction she'd expected. But it's interesting - and useful - to note, so she does.

(She is, after all, what and who she is.)

"I'd love to see it," is what Natasha actually says, and she's being honest. An alien city? For a woman who has been a geek for seventy+ years?

Yes. Yes. Please.

"And not always a bad thing, recognizing your old home isn't one anymore."

Thor's face turned into a pure joyous smile at that. "I'd be glad to show it to you. The City Eternal has it's downsides, but it is an amazing place." He grinned almost boyishly.

He nodded again at her last words. "You may be right. Another lesson for me to learn when I had thought I had learned more than enough. Midgard and it's champions teach me much, and I am in awe of you all."

The head nod he gave her then was almost a true bow, despite being a head nod, for the respect and honor in his eyes.

"Show me a place that doesn't have a bad side," she counters. Then she laughs, a little husky sound of amusement.

"We're always learning. But it makes life interesting."

And she's going to, provided she doesn't get killed, have a long one. But...

Maybe between Steve and James and, now, Thor, she might not be as lonely as she'd always assumed.

"True enough." Her laugh makes his smile only grow. He was always glad to see his comrades in arms laugh and smile, for peace is much better than war, and laughter shows peace, he thought.

"I know that now. Not too long ago, I thought I had become much better and stronger, and now I know I will be learning more until I die, I hope."

He nodded.

"Perhaps we could spar sometime, when you are free."

Natasha glances up at that, and then gives him a speculative once-over.

"We could," she says, thoughtful. "If you're careful with me, Odinson."

She's tougher than a normal human woman, but still. She's not exactly an Asgardian.

And yet, sparring with an Asgardian? She might be able to push herself a bit more.

(And now harm in learning how to fight one.)

Steve's wandering around the ship, trying to get his bearings but he can't help but feel everything looks the same. Not so different than being on a Destroyer or a Carrier he supposed but he's still too new to have the hang of things quite yet.

"Hey Buddy," he calls out as Thor comes near. "Any chance you can point me in the direction of the gym?"

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Thor turned to the man hailing him, and nodded. "Indeed." He smiled, nodding to the other.

"There is a gymnasium on Deck Twelve, just beyond the Sickbay. Has anyone shown you how to operate the turbolifts here?" He waved a hand toward the next hall, where there was one.

Returning the smile Steve shook his head. "Uh, no, not yet."

"Is it anything like the replicators?" From the sound of 'turbolift' it sounded more like another word of elevator, but Steve wasn't taking anything for granted. He wasn't interested in being shimmered into existence somewhere else. "If so, stairs would work."

"Come with me, then, my friend." Thor nodded to the man and gestured toward the next hallway. "I'll show you how they work." Thor had been here long enough to be familiar with the ways of this strange place, at least a little bit, anyway.

At the other man's question, he shook his head. "The turbolift is far more intuitive and accepts voice commands."

With a nod of thanks, Steve kept pace with Thor. "Great, I'd appreciate that."

Steve was okay with technology once he knew how it worked. Voice commands though were relatively new to him, available in his time but not something he'd used.

Curious, Steve asked, "Have you been here long?"

Aeryn isn't exactly friendly in anyone's book. At least anyone outside of The Peacekeepers, and The Peacekeepers are not interested any more than Aeryn is about being friendly. Or nice. But the man roaming the hallways, barely looks like he's paying much attention about where he's going.

It's late and she's frustrated at the day, that is like every other day. But she does say. "Try not to run into that wall."

Thor glanced aside at her, and nodded once. He stopped before running into the wall looming ahead. His eyes flicked to her, and weighed her walk and her stance, and he nodded as one who would to another, and grinned a wider grin. "My thanks, milady. I was lost in thinking, or in tiredness, maybe. Much has been weighing on my mind."

His stance is that of a warrior, even when tired. Thor tries not to always be his dream self but somethings are not to be denied.

His stance, of course, but one couldn't count out that build. He certainly wasn't a tech with that build or walk. He could only be a warrior. He stood out here. The way D'Argo stood out going between places back home. She had to wonder if the hoomans had their own warrior class, or even race, somewhere that John hadn't mentioned yet.

"You new?" It wasn't exactly friendly, but it was at least a question and not just walking off again.

Magneto is likewise on autopilot. He doesn't have many 'friends' - he almost never has. He'd learned young not to get too attached. There's people he's fond of, certainly, but only one or two he'd call a friend.

The rest. They are almost-friends. Maybe-friend. A something. A possibility.

And one of those found himself with new responsibilities. Coupled with the local brass arriving and he was feeling something. He didn't like change, this was true, tended to regard it with suspicion but there was a feeling of unease he couldn't shake.

Old man you are being paranoid, he couldn't help but think. And it was in this state trying to talk himself into forcibly relaxing that he came 'round a bend of a corridor. A tug on his senses drew his head up, sharply.

Mjolnir. Thor. Another possibility. At least one he somewhat understood. "Thor. How are you finding the ship?" It wasn't polite, idle chitchat to take his mind off his current feeling on unsettlement, but genuine curiosity.

Thor smiled to see the man, and raised a hand in greeting, like he would to a warrior, not the shake a Midgardian would make. "My friend! It is a good place, for a prison. I find myself wishing for blue skies sometimes, and the smell of rain, or for the practice fields of Asgard, and the sight of the City Eternal. Either way, those places are not here, and sometimes it wears on me."

Nonetheless, he nodded to the other. "And you, have you found this place a good temporary home?"

Magneto returns the greeting - it's mirrored, not cultural. He understands the meaning, and he'd grateful for it. "It is not home." He can and does agree, wholeheartedly. "I miss the stars and planets I am used to. The poles, the weather I know." Though he wouldn't have called the ship a prison.

"It is good." It's a break which he needed. There aren't the strong reminder of the loss of Genosha, which he knew there would be at home. The lingering scars of the nuclear weapons used would last for a long time. "I do find myself longing to take a walk or a flight, but I think I'd terrify our hosts."

He was still temped to do it.

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A Wandering Thor appears!

Time to get infected~

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Hoping you don't mind a late tag-in...

Not at all!

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yes infected from Thor please and wow I thought I'd posted this

No worries!

thank you